National highway
Red signals are shining
With night call centers
The sunlight of her house
Is sleepingin the daytime
Sudden death of her mother
Reserved this seat
In this century old office.
didn’t know
How to fill-up her resume
Couldn’t answer
All their questions in the interview
All these negatives
Added many plus
Her job is confirmed
For ever in this office
Sometimes their language is new
She can not speak
But they never complaint
Her service is poor.
No distress ion
Never felt guilty
But sometimes
The ants bite
On her nudity
‘If one among them
Could be my father!’
Advertisement
